Eat nothing, weigh nothing.

I was with my friend who I met through cheerleading. I would NEVER expect her to have anything wrong with her life, she is honestly perfect. She’s a little heavier than me but she’s soo successful. She goes to the gym, shes a great dancer, a better cheerleader than I am, 4.0 gpa, yadaayadaayaa. So we got into a deeeepp conversation on the swingset, and she told me how she used to be depressed and was on anti-depressants and her boyfriend of 3 years is the one who helped her through it and every time she was going to kill herself he talked her out of it. I was honestly entirely shocked. I told her about how I used to be similar, but not that bad. I told her about my scars from burning myself with the curling iron. Then, I told her about my anorexia. I told her that I was mostly over it, which isn’t entirely true, and she said how she was going to make sure I eat and everything. Now, I’m not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing but I felt so great at that moment and I know I have a new best friend. Hopefully she lasts forever <3